I remember Grandma pouring dark blue liquid from a tiny bottle into the laundry rinse to remove the dinginess from white clothing.
When daylight is short and dark, do you feel blue? I do.
I remember my first box of eight crayons which contained one generic blue.
Recently I purchased a telescoping tower of 150 (can you believe that?) Crayola crayons to replace a cheap Brand X set of 12. I'm not sure I can select all the blues from this tower, but some are shown. These blues make shading delicious and choice difficult.
Transliteration is the process of selecting a text in a language you don’t know and then doing a faux translation of the work based on what you think the words mean. The key is not knowing the language you are translating from so that your faux translation won’t be sullied by knowing what the words actually mean.
Wikipedia: Ashleigh Ellwood Brilliant (born 9th December 1933 in London, UK) is an author and syndicated cartoonist living in Santa Barbara, California, USA. He is best known for his Pot-Shots, single-panel illustrations with one-line humorous remarks, which began syndication in the United States of America in 1975. The Wall Street Journal described him in a 1992 profile as "history's only full time, professional published epigrammatist."
I think this man is Awesome. When his Pot-Shots were printed in the local daily rag I invariably read his 17-word daily bon mot with superbly crafted drawings before checking the headlines. Clever man.
Oftentimes, I clipped his posts from the newspaper and taped them to the kitchen window trim so I could re-read them during the week.
Now, I subscribe to his daily post and with a single click I can read, laugh and admire while saving a lot of tape and window trim repainting. Oh, yes. I have most of his books on hand to read on those days when I think the world has lost its sense and its humor.
Please follow the link to see his work. You'll be glad you did!
This zany zebra fractal was created using Fractal Explorer software. It's been printed on greeting cards, business cards and as small wall art. Personable? Sketchy? Weird? Fractals are somewhat like searching for objects in clouds.
Zebra redux, not because there aren't other z words, but because I ♥ this zebra.
a motif, lethal as milky disease,
etched shriveled lemon drops
on the ivory tablecloth
hysterics land as if on helideck
flittering with wild soap-opera glee
doubles play and crack
as amoeba for the day
proclaiming innocence of all wrong
they spread blame redolent as seed
tasteless lemon drops, duly scribed
upon the ivory damask cloth, see
one more hand-me-down performance
motif, milky disease, lemon drop, ivory, hysterics, helideck, flitter, doubles were the words culled from the dictionary according to the prompt directions Visit the RWP site for the challenge and others' poetry!
The fractal image was created with Fractal Explorer.
Something must be blowing through my head, rattling bones and whistling yesterday's tunes.
For the last ten years, I've yearned to devote myself to off-the-grid living, simplifying and downsizing. Shuffling stuff from corner to corner doesn't seem to cut it.
What if I had to get rid of things I don't plan to use the rest of my life? What if I moved into a yurt? Or a cozy one room edifice where things I needed were within reach, the light was natural (mostly) and the electric bill forgot to show up? What if??
Once, with a little software app, I designed a perfect home. When I dreamed my way through the finished plan I noticed there was no sink from which to draw water for coffee, tea or soup. I should take courses in design or technical illusions.
Maybe if I would quit wishing (see the snail house W for ABC Wednesday) I could actually accomplish something. But maybe not.
I still have old leaves to turn and pages to burn. Life races like a high-speed train through an underground tunnel while I stumble and kick, mutter and grumble.
And, recheck this weary old resolution which makes me wonder which came first - which new avatar for me?
New years by the score have left me in doubt
as what more to leave out. I gave up hard spirits,
tobacco and speeding, soaped out my mouth
and even stopped fibbing. I once gave up slouching
and dating bad men, ran from intolerance to pose on the fence.
I’m not pure lily white but surely modest and mild.
I’ve come full circle, which is rather odd, so this year I resolve
to resume smokes and gin, to step up my pace,
and regain ten pounds while practicing road rage
and lewd finger waves.
A Pleasurable, Prosperous and Peaceful 2010 to You and Yours!
The image is a digital photo of a leave, rendered in negative using Irfanview.